“There really isn’t much to getting ready anymore,” she said to herself. “Unless Master lets me paint my nails.” She held her fingers up to ...ook at her nails. “What color goes good with naked?” she said aloud.“Did you ask something?” William called from the kitchen.“Just thinking aloud,” she replied as she came through the door with her towel.After she had finished about half of her breakfast, she asked, “So, what’s on the program for today?” She hoped that the casual sound of her voice would. UUuuugghh.” Electric shocks raced through her as I came.“Are you alright?” Cara asked.“Yes. I feel good this morning. Really good. Mmmmmmmm.” The rest of the day was a blur, as I went through the whole day wearing a short skirt without panties and with the dildo up my tight slippery cunt and ass. When I walked, I got extra stimulation, including the feel of cool breezes and the thin swishing skirt on my naked skin. On stairs I was worried that I'd be found out, but at the same time the thought. I slowly took it off one strap at a time to tease him. I took it off completely then and out fell my 36Ds. His eyes opened wide as his hands quickly cupped my boobs.He started squeezing them and pressing my nipples. “Go slow. They’re all yours,” I said, trying to calm him down a little. He then sat up and started sucking on my boobs. I pressed his head between them and was still grinding his dick. It was completely hard now.I got off and got on my knees. He lifted his ass slightly as I pulled. She responds by enveloping him in hers, tears streaming down his shirt. Yet he finds himself so torn by sympathy, and so warmed by this position that he does not notice. After a couple of minutes, she draws back a little, and looks into his eyes, chuckling a little between the tears. Something about that laugh is infectious, and he returns it, though there is clearly nothing funny about the situation. As the tears subside, she speaks in a quiet, yet musically sweet voice, ‘Amy’ She smiles.